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Sacred
By : LdyKiram
Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill
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She awakens in a lavish room. The windows wide open, letting in the winds from outside. It lifted the sheer white curtains across the room. Creating a sense of, mystery. The bed she was on decorated with fine silk with colors of gold and red. Elegant picture frames with landscapes in cased in them, filled the gold embroidered wallpaper walls. The water running from a sink could be hurried.
She rubbed her forehead, a little bit dizzy and confused. Her chest length hair, messy on the feathered fill pillow she laid on. Sitting up, she finger-combed her hair and looked about. At the television, the coffee table, the dark chairs.
"Up are we?" Said a voice.
She didn't know what to say, the girl moved to the edge of the bed. "Where am I?" she asked. She looked down at herself, wearing an ivory strapless evening-like gown.
"Oh...well, that's a surprise."
"I'm Kiram." She said after a full five minutes of silence. The water continued running.
"I know exactly who you are. Little Miss Kiram Sullivan. Age, 22. Lives with her father. Sad sappy life story."
"I don't live with my dad!" She said.
"You might as well. We both know your relationships never work."
Kiram stood up, "you don't know me! How dare you make such an assumption?" She yelled.
"You need to redirect attitude at yourself, you don't even know who you are." the water from the sink, sounded like it began to hit the floor. Kiram walked to the closed door where the female voice came from. "You're such a bore. You think this 'new life' you're living is going to change anything? So what, you want to show your family you are 'big girl'? You can take care of yourself? Ha, listen, you're trying to avoid what can't be avoided." squeaky sounds of the sink nozzle were made as the water cut off.
"Why don't you come out here a-"
"And what? You're gonna fight me? Please, why don't you do something that's you? Get your daddy. Well, maybe that might work. But isn't he too busy fucking some random woman?"
"Shut up!" Kir screamed.
"OH, that's still a sore spot for you? Aww, do you want me to apologize? Or should I point out another fact for you?" The voice sounded like it was mocking her.
"Who are you?" She yelled, banging on the door.
The voice said nothing. Kiram kept banging the door in rage. She tried to open it but the knob wouldn't turn. She attempted to knock the wooden object off its place but it didn't move. "Your mother's dead and it's your fault." The angry girl froze in her place.
"It's always your fault. You know your dad hated you since the day you were born. How terrible it must've been for him to look at the product of the monster that killed his wife."
Kir covered her ears, "stop it! Stop!"
"All those happy years he spent with her gone in hours because she gave birth to a horrible being like you." The voice sounded harsh. The room around her began to deteriorate. It began to rot, mold, and rust. The clean crisp air replace with foul odors of blood and death. "Not only that, but he rejected you." the voice laughed, "You weren't good enough for your own parent. He found happiness and love in other women, leaving you on the side. Hmm, isn't that when you-"
"Shut the fuck up!" Kiram yelled punching the, now metal, door as hard as she could. So much, her right fist bruised and bled.
"Admit it. You can go from man to man, opening those weak legs of yours to them. When all you want is one." Kiram shut her eyes, trying to ignore the woman's voice. "Isn't that why you killed them? Well, it was only one. But when the other two died, you were happy. Cause those monsters would've got in your-"
"Enough!" she cried.
"-way of being with him. Why would any man want a used-up woman with those monsters?"
"Shut up!" She begged.
"He'll never see you like that. Never. You're not even blood to him. You're just something-" Kiram clenched her sliver hair in her hands; her attempts to block out the woman's words were failing. "To remind him of the only woman he loved and respected." The door began to open. "When you realize that, you can finally be free to be who you were always supposed to be."
Out of instance Kiram slowly opened her eyes, looking at the woman across from her. The woman dress in a black silk halter top dress. The hems of the dress were dirty and torn, but the heeled black shoes she wore, were in perfect condition. She held that perfect hourglass figure Kiram did not have. Her hair, flawlessly straight and hung over her right shoulder the neatly cut ends touch her abdomen. She was a stunning woman, but what scared Kiram was the fact the woman; was her. Kir's heart raced as she looked in to the spinning image of herself. Her mouth lips the words 'no'. While the woman smiled.
"Surprise? See, this-" she waved her arms at her own body, "is what you can achieve when you let go of those childish thoughts." She laughed.
"This isn't real." Kiram mumbled over and over.
"Do you want to test that?" She sneered.
Before the woman could grab her, Kiram manages to summon enough energy to push her away. The building continued its transformation. The walls changing into a metal like chain fence. Kir's footsteps echoed as she ran down the hall, escaping that room. That false world. That can't be real, it's not possible. She told herself.
Picture frames began to crack and break, plants turned black and wilted away into nothingness. The carpet floor she ran on melted away. In the distance, she heard faint sounds of screams and crying. Kiram came to a section where two hallways met. Both double doors were blocked by the caved-in celling. She looked up; it was possible to reach the floor above her. The young girl walked to the hole closest to her, with one step though, the floor collapsed. Her body hit the bottom floor. Dust filled the area. Kiram rolled onto her stomach, coughing for air. With one eye open, she looked around. It looked like a hotel lobby she was in. Her azure eyes spotted what looked like the front door. Getting to her knees, she made a run for the door despite her body writher in pain.
She reached the doors, pushed them opened but they wouldn't budge. Kiram screamed in frustration. Her fists hit the glass doors but no matter how hard she tried, it was like the building itself was trying to keep her in there.
"You know, for years, I've lured people to this town. The real side of this town." It was the same female voice, "guilty ones who murdered, lost souls, all of it! I am sick and tired of being trapped here." Kiram kept hitting the door, soon enough her blood began to make marks on it. "No more," an eerie metal sound drug on the last bit of wooden floors.
Kiram, upset, turned around to face this imposter. But instead of seeing her, all she saw was a large rusted blade aimed at her. And in seconds her vision went black.
"Aaaarrgggggggggh!" She screamed, clenching her chest. The girl fell out of bed and on the floor. She could barely get any air into her lungs for a few minutes. While her left hand stayed on her chest, the right hand gripped miniature tiles on the floors. She coughed. Looking up the first thing she saw was a white nightstand, with two drawers. Then she looked at the dirty white floor, parts of it had a red coloring on it. She wipes her mouth. Blood. The girl glanced around the room, still holding her chest. It looked like a hospital room, where a patient would rest. The window was barred and covered with dust. The lamp knocked on the ground between the nightstand and wall. She turned around, on her knees, the door with the small square window in her sight. But it looked dark.
She stood up; the pain began to leave her body. "Was that a dream?" She whispered. She ran her hands through her silver-blue hair. Then noticed her right hand. Her knuckles were dis-colored. Then she noticed her outfit, a hospital gown. She couldn't remember anything. "Who am I?" she spoke as she walked towards a cracked and broken mirror.
She didn't know why but she felt scared and had a horrible feeling. The girl sat on the bed, putting her knees to her chest. Tears spilled from her eyes.
x-n-i-g-h-t-m-a-r-e-s-x
The woman stood outside the door, watching this girl cry. The halls were scattered with disfigures nurses and doctors. Doors blocked off and locked. The entire wing of this floor's electricity barely worked. She walked away from the door, making sure that girl couldn't leave. A smile came cross her stolen face.
x-n-i-g-h-t-m-a-r-e-s-x
The cloudy daytime sky was all she could see. She felt alone, she didn't know how she got there or what was happening. But she felt useless. Her body jumped. A knock on the door.
"H-hello?" she whispered. She walked to the door. When she reached it, she looked out the window. It was dark and she couldn't see anything. Something touched her feet. The girl kneeled down and picked up the folded yellow paper. She opened it. The writing was in crayon and looked like a child wrote this. 'More than one door-ws'. With the note a key with the numbers 302 on it. She didn't understand it. Heavy furniture moved across the floor. The girl fell on her butt and looked. The dresser that was used for clothes was pushed slightly.
Like a toddler, she put the note and key in the gown's pocket and crawled over to it. She examined the dresser. Looking behind it, she saw a light. The girl pushed the dresser away from the door. The hole was small but it looked like she could fit. When she peeked in it, she heard footsteps running away. "Wait!" She said. The girl didn't have much of a choice. She made her way through the child-hole. The room she entered was room large enough for two patients. The beds were not disturbed though, aside from the crumble walls it looked like no one was in here.
Hurrying, she went over to where she heard the footsteps, by the time she reached the second bed, she took a second look. Another note, on top of a brown bag. She opened the bag first, in its clothing that looked like it would fit her. Then she read the note: Accept the truths.
She didn't understand these notes and where they came from. But she wanted to leave this place. Changing into the outfit of a white off the shoulders shirt and dark blue jeans, from the hospital gown. She kept both notes and the key with her. Looking at the crack door, which leads into the darkness of the hall, she took a deep breath and prepared herself for what awaited on the other side.

Authoress Note(s): Anything? Guess? I don't know. Trying to get the three people into play here.
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Sacred	By : LdyKiram Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 1591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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